No matter where I go I'm trying to make it hit yeah A marathon knew this might take a bit yeah A stand up guy no you can't make me sit yeah I know this right here is the recipe to my destiny It's not what you got but what you make of it Since the teen with the bars been a pro Simple with the mills go hard for the dough Blow the lid I'm jars with the flow Life and got a fair way, on par with it though T'd up, freed up, know I'm still busy Working circles around you till I get dizzy Soon they won't have to ask really who is he Then they'll probably throw shade, frisbee I ain't got breaks, goals got dates Blend genres, I ain't got shakes Am I great? Well I ain't got legs But thirty minutes baby that's all it takes Weight's still heavy, I get stronger You catch Z's, I'd last longer Told them nope, Keke Palmer Rough then tough skin, that's my armor Still getting at 'em like Eve Not what it seems like weave Happy everything that we've Had to avoid to achieve Hear yeah I wear it on my sleeve Kill it every time they grieve Don't be mistaken, I'm just raking Get in my bag and leave Always been a rapper, I'm taking a chance There's a big difference between a look and a glance Not the one two step but I'm making 'em dance And I'm tryna get a M like I'm living in France Don't take a hike, take a look at the stance Leave me alone, I don't need an advance I don't need an advance No matter where I go I'm trying to make it hit yeah A marathon knew this might take a bit yeah A stand up guy no you can't make me sit yeah I know this right here is the recipe to my destiny It's not what you got but what you make of it